Media-crity

It was a bad, bad week. I was in the hospital, we had a death in the family, then a layoff. I’m tired.

I’ve already talked about the hospital, not sure if I’m ready to talk about the death, and legally can’t talk about the layoff. That leaves …

…banging my head against the wall catching up on last week’s arrest of Hartford’s mayor Eddie Perez. Well. Who couldn’t have seen that coming? Aside from the majority of Hartford’s residents who voted for the bastard.

Aunt Eileen, you touched a lot of lives, as evidenced by the dozens of cars in the procession Saturday. I know the last years were rough and I hope you’ve found peace. We won’t be the same without you.

This is horribly disjointed but so is my mind this week. Hope all of you out there are doing well.

Wound up in the hospital in DKA again this weekend. I definitively identified the cause last night when I removed what I suspected to be a bad pump site:

Yeah. That’s supposed to be straight. It’s what puts the insulin into my system. No good.

I was released yesterday and am taking today to recover as well because I’m still just worn out. It’s hard to get any decent, quality, restorative rest when you’re being woken up every hour for fingersticks, injections, vitals, blood draws, potassium pills …

As hospitals go, the one I was at wasn’t bad. I had a private room, which was nice, and awesome friends who came to visit and watch a bit of the Superbowl with me.

Now, for some breakfast and quality couch time. I’m tired.